Saturday, August 6, 2011

Gotta Hate Poets

Love After Love


The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome, 

and say, sit here. Eat 
You will love again the stranger who was yourself
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
 to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life  
 
 
Derek Walcott
 
 
Walcott you dog you.

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